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For the last week or two-ish I've been sick at home with a really nasty respiratory infection. As a result, I've pretty much cleaned out my refrigerator and found myself in the position of needing to go shopping desperately the other day. I decide to hit a Kroger which is on the bus route on my way home, and doesn't require too much walking, because I still feel pretty blasted weak (and really really wish that part would go away!!)
Everything's fine until I get ready to check out. Now, there is a line at the self-checkout stations, so I'm waiting patiently, with about 4 other folks behind me. We move up and I'm slated to be the next in line. Enter The Asshole.
Asshole is a middle aged man wearing a business suit who wanders up, and appears to be perusing the endcap of DVDs set up directly next to the SCO stations. Asshole is lingering and clutching a few items from the bakery while he tends to linger and stare at the display of tweenie movies.
One of the four stations clears and I start to push my cart over and Asshole darts over, cutting me off. Now, having been sick, I have no voice, I'm exhausted, and I have no patience. So, I croak out an "excuse me, sir. There's a line!"
Asshole doesn't even turn around to acknowledge me while he digs through pockets for I'm presuming his loyalty rewards card or something. Instead he waves a hand over his shoulder, as though brushing me off.
Grr. This does not make me a happy Lupo. So, I call upon the years of vocal training I've had in the past and drop my register so I don't sound so squeaky and belt out a sharp (and deep) "HEY!"
Asshole startles, and turns to glare at me. I glare back and point to the now 6 or 7 people behind me. "There. Is. A. LINE! We've been waiting patiently, you can too!"
Before he can respond, the guy behind me pipes up "That's right buddy, get in line!"
So, Asshole takes a step to the side and gestures for me to go, glaring the entire time. I run my stuff through, and am done in less than 2 minutes. I grab my bags, and turn to leave, and Asshole steps forward again to try and skip the line.
I pause in grabbing my receipt and look at the line pointedly, and at the woman who has an entire cart full of groceries. I smile at her and wave her over, telling her I'm finished and to go ahead since she's next in line. Asshole glares even more and I giggle inside, but I'm just evil that way. The next several people in line pretty much do the same thing. It was amusing.
See, I understand he had two items, and if he'd asked politely, I wouldn't have minded letting him in front of me, but he apparently didn't feel the need to ask. I left after that, but I sincerely hope he had to wait until the line was finished. He didn't make an attempt, not even once, to get into line.
Asshole...
Everything's fine until I get ready to check out. Now, there is a line at the self-checkout stations, so I'm waiting patiently, with about 4 other folks behind me. We move up and I'm slated to be the next in line. Enter The Asshole.
Asshole is a middle aged man wearing a business suit who wanders up, and appears to be perusing the endcap of DVDs set up directly next to the SCO stations. Asshole is lingering and clutching a few items from the bakery while he tends to linger and stare at the display of tweenie movies.
One of the four stations clears and I start to push my cart over and Asshole darts over, cutting me off. Now, having been sick, I have no voice, I'm exhausted, and I have no patience. So, I croak out an "excuse me, sir. There's a line!"
Asshole doesn't even turn around to acknowledge me while he digs through pockets for I'm presuming his loyalty rewards card or something. Instead he waves a hand over his shoulder, as though brushing me off.
Grr. This does not make me a happy Lupo. So, I call upon the years of vocal training I've had in the past and drop my register so I don't sound so squeaky and belt out a sharp (and deep) "HEY!"
Asshole startles, and turns to glare at me. I glare back and point to the now 6 or 7 people behind me. "There. Is. A. LINE! We've been waiting patiently, you can too!"
Before he can respond, the guy behind me pipes up "That's right buddy, get in line!"
So, Asshole takes a step to the side and gestures for me to go, glaring the entire time. I run my stuff through, and am done in less than 2 minutes. I grab my bags, and turn to leave, and Asshole steps forward again to try and skip the line.
I pause in grabbing my receipt and look at the line pointedly, and at the woman who has an entire cart full of groceries. I smile at her and wave her over, telling her I'm finished and to go ahead since she's next in line. Asshole glares even more and I giggle inside, but I'm just evil that way. The next several people in line pretty much do the same thing. It was amusing.
See, I understand he had two items, and if he'd asked politely, I wouldn't have minded letting him in front of me, but he apparently didn't feel the need to ask. I left after that, but I sincerely hope he had to wait until the line was finished. He didn't make an attempt, not even once, to get into line.
Asshole...
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